Dream About Moving In With Family 4

I was what looked like my old neighborhood But some of the houses were different. Some of the houses looked larger. As I was walking on the sidewalk I see a black family moving in. The father Or patriarch of the family was this lightBrown-skinned black man he looked kinda like “Charles S. Dutton”. He was very kind hearted, easy-going, calm, polite and soft speaking guy. His wife was also a cool, loving, polite and nice woman she kind of looked like Phylicia Rashad. it was the man a couple, their children, a couple daughters and one son whom all looked to be in their late teens up to their 20s close to if not about the same age as me. I was helping them bring a couple things inside and then I was invited to dinner or lunch I wasn’t too sure because the sun was still out. I’m thinking maybe it was dinner though possibly like during the summer when the sun was out longer. I introduce myself as “Tee Saifele that was born and raised in East side Charlotte.” I was explaining to them that they are technically on Eastside Charlotte and they needed more understanding of the different sides of Charlotte they can come let me know and I’ll show them. The food the wife was serving looked okay, kinda bland but it wasn’t a problem. She would say things like “ yeah I know I’m not a very good cook.” To which I reassured her that it is fine and recommended some cookbooks she should look up. while we were all eating at the table what look like the eldest son he just walked in through the dining room, headed for his room. the father got upset at him for being late I think. The song said some smart Alec stuff to him I’m not even sure or remember what he said but the father got very mad and then they got into a shouting match in front of everybody! This then culminated in the father punching a hole in the wall! I tried to brush it off at first, and then my eyes started swollen up for some reason and nobody noticed anything ( when I woke up, I literally lay my eye on my wrist. I think that’s where that slight swelling up. Pain was coming from). I was about leave and politely leave my phone number for some reason I didn’t even bring out my phone. I just decided to write it down on a piece of paper. I kept messing up writing down my own phone number on a piece of paper. I then move on from writing on a newspaper or one of them coupon books they sent in the mail and it was hard to read my handwriting, and I kept punching holes into the paper. the father was getting more and more impatient with me and irritated. He asked “ what’s your problem? Why can’t you just write your own phone number on the paper?” I then explained to him that the paper kept getting tore into as I was writing it. I finish writing it. thanked everybody for the food and was headed my way out as quickly as I could. the father, then exclaimed “HEY WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!!!!" I just ran out the door mad fast! as soon as I got through the door, that’s when I woke up.